The confused rapper with his escorts

About half a year ago, four of my friends and I planned a girls’ night out. We do that almost every week, but this was out of ordinary. It gets crazy when we all meet up. But clubbing together can get crazier than that. All dressed up for the party, we all met somewhere in the middle, and we went to the best club in town. Oh man! I could see people lining up just to get in. This would be a great night out, I thought to myself.

We got in with no problem at all; not just because we are the hottest girls in the town (haha!), but they need as many girls as possible in the club to attract men. The secret is that if you go there before midnight, you have all the chances to get in, but they become choosy after midnight. There must be some logic behind that I am sure; I just didn’t get it quiet yet.

While all of us were dancing on the dance floor like unleashed wild animals with all kinds provocative dance moves, a well dressed gentleman passed by. He wore a white shirt and an extremely elegant gray suit with shiny black polished shoes. He was fairly tall with a good physique.  His wrist was well accessorized with a bling watch and his neckline carried a big golden necklace. The pendant was a big diamond cross. I will not lie to you; I liked what I saw, except the bling bling necklace. He was probably a rapper who looked pretty confused. The funny part was that he was looking at me too, but he wasn’t making any moves to talk to me. Maybe he was waiting for me to make the first move.

“Never!”

My friends, like surveillance cameras, were looking at him while he stared at me. They said, “Ana, you need to make a move!” “If you don’t go and get him, we will get him here for you!” I stopped them instantly.

“Look ladies,” I say, “I understand your good intention, but no, thank you very much. The man is accompanied with not one but two girls.” My “super cool” friend looked at him and the girls and said, “They are not with him, they are escorts.”

What on earth will make me want a man that is with two escorts? This man is probably so insecure that he needs to show off his money with two escorts. I can’t even stand the thought having a conversation with such a man.

One of us has beautiful angelic features, more like the painting of Da Vinci, Monalisa. Imagine how Monalisa would be in our times and perhaps 20 kilograms lesser! Eyeing our beautiful “Monalisa”, was a goofy looking man, a bit taller than her who kept begging her to come at his table. His offer was unanimously declined a few times. The goofy face kept coming and begging. After an hour of begging, the “super cool” friend decided we should give the poor guy a chance and go at his table. It was right next to the confused rapper’s table. No matter how hard I tried to say that I was not interested in him, I was not taken seriously.

But of course my dearest friends didn’t listen to me, they probably thought I am shy… hmmmm me? Shy? That is a good joke! “He is so your type! I will go and talk to him and see what he is up to and who the girls are,” said Ms. Super cool. Off she went straight to his table and leaned over one of the girls. I don’t know what on earth made my friends think I will like him at all. Just by watching them in action at the crime scene was priceless. These pretty, decent girls with hair over their shoulders, full of determination were trying to hook me up with an insecure, confused rapper.

With a big disappointment on Ms. Super Cool’s face, she comes back to me saying, “I really tried to get him for you,” I asked if the two girls are with him or not. The girls told me they are his escorts.

We continued to enjoy the night out laughing at the desperation we ended up showing and at the disastrous attempt to get me hooked up with a rapper. Imagine if I had hooked up with him and later became one of his rap songs. I will leave the lyrics to your imagination J